Month: December 2012

So there’s no global catastrophe to stitch humanity’s busted seams back together again…nothing to rally around, no cause to make a final stand for, nothing but ourselves to remind us that each and every passing “now” allowed to pass is just another moment out the door…maybe the whole thing was bullshit…or even worse…that it’s just more of the same damn thing…fame, money, wealth, injustice, poverty, work, sex, pain…living definitions of a concept “insane”…in the refrain, Miles would just blast out notes in time like warning shots…perhaps the Mayan’s viewed their calendar much the same…a way of keeping pace in this mess…perhaps they were just like us in that they observed the perfection all around them through the lens of their own distresses, dis-eases and disorders…perhaps they knew that as the world spun round and round, that the stars were going to lose their luster to the generations coming up who would have such great reminders of what man was capable of all littering their landscapes…monolithic pyramids instead of constellations…fantastic human mythic histories instead of daily revelations of that phenomenon of love, or light, manifested each day anew…perhaps they called for the end of an age in hopes of reminding me and you that it’s not a different earth that we inhabit…the land we walk, so did our ancestors…their thoughts, their lives were what they manifested in their moment…they looked at the stars and saw the way light manifested their reality…they saw the way the sun loved the world…and their call to the age to come, simply translated…”Know it!”

A toast to the age of Aquarius…

To the age of knowing…may we leave those doubts and beliefs to the passing Piscean age, taking only that which we know after two thousand some-odd years…that we are alive…that we breathe…that there is a phenomenon known as love…that where love is, light is also…that without light, there would be no “thing” at all…and since that’s all we know…that’s all we need to carry along…leave belief to the deceived.

Let the light break…let the light break…let the la-la-la-la…th-the light break…shake the earth like rattle and hum…the bass drum pounds the rhythm to the cosmic 808 quake…alleviated…see, I am no longer taken by the madness… gladness seeping through my pores like sunshine beaming down on the vastness…I have this…nothing…though I am in matter solid as the clay that made me…ancient rays of starlight gave me breath…supernovas, they once bathed me…but then they placed me in my mother’s hands to raise me…that’s why they say the sun of God saved me…look to the east while sleep’s all stuck in your eyelids and witness the course of eternity playing out like little kids running circles around each other…bliss came down manifested as this…all things in motion, innocence in the movement…the vibration of sound…the consistency of light all-pervading through it…you knew it when you were young like you refused it once you found your place in society…the light was never lost, you simply stopped climbing up into trees to see it…be it now or later, here or there…you’ll find it again as I have, no guarantee greater than this…no abyss awaits your undying soul, only light in incremental greatness…so let the light break…let the light break…let the la-la-la-la…th-the light break…let the light break…let the light break…let the la-la-la-la…th-the light break.

My heart is hurting right now…but you can’t see it…but believe me when I say that for just this once, I’m okay with feeling depleted…okay with being drained…okay under the strain…well, I could do without the pain of all this karma falling down, falling down, falling down again and again…but in a way I guess I need it…I guess it’s making me stronger, more assured of where I stand, having to weather all this realness and not fall victim to the pitfalls of the weaker man, the man who falls apart, the man who never was, the man who grew in age alone, forsaking maturity’s greater cause…but still it hurts to watch it happen, to rise above is a lonely mission…friction is no fiction and tension’s no superstition…my heart is hurting, but I’m okay…or so I say to pass the day…my heart is hurting, but I’m okay…or so I say to pass the day…my heart is hurting, but I’m okay…or so I say to pass the day to day today.